old demo i did with muks. part 2 of ifhms. sadly it wont ever be finished

Ifhms2 (feat Muks Died)(prod.Cribb$)

LOST ALOT (prod: iCEYGHOSTS)
MV https://youtu.be/kp5NJdGLzcM

From EP - SHHHH... w/ iCEYGHOSTS

LOST ALOT (prod: iCEYGHOSTS)

DIE IN THE BOOTH | prod. Mesio

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a s o n g f o r y o u.

LYRICS:        being up there with them. 
                      just us and the blue sea
                         Nothing in our way                                                                                                                       
                     The world is your oyster
                       I hope you see it that way,
                              feels like I lost her
                            But you weren't there that day
                                    Feels like I lost her
                             But you weren't there that day
                                      feels like I lost her
                                     You weren't there that day
                                      feels like I lost her 
                                   But you weren't there that day
{BREAKDOWN} 
I LOST HER 
I LOST HER
I LOST HER
I LOST HER
I LOST HER
I LOST HER
I LOST HER
I LOST HER
I LOST HER
I LOST HER
I LOST HER
I LOST HER
I LOST HER

{OUTROW}

I could die happy 
That'd be a shame
What would I achieve
If I weren't to blame

prod. JACK BUCHANAN & SADHECTORR

l o s t h e r.

lyrics: 

empty house out in westbrook when my family wasnt even there for me 
they could never understand fully x2 
On my ones again 
see you in the end 
they say careful what you wish you 
we kept wishing we were dead 
i count money now like i never had it 
popping pills like it never mattered 
one day your gonna wake up feeling real bad you got drug habits 
reservations that i never tried 
im sick of feeling dead inside 
family calling say they worried bout me 
but i tell em all just nevermind 

have you ever been so lonely, that the past feels like right now
have you ever been so lonely, that the only way out is down 

find a way to make yourself better coz ya family sick and tired of trying for ya 
keep it moving people dying for ya 
people tryna tow the line for ya 
said you never wanna be like them
aint it funny how these things work 
shit youre turning out just like them 
but its ending up so much worse 
I had to get my own bread 
fix my own head 
people still pray on my downfall 
fuck what anyone said 
getting high at the side of the town hall 
missing my brother with every second im here 
i wish the message was clear 
fighting my demons alone so i hop on the phone and im talking out all of my fears

THE ONLY WAY OUT IS DOWN [prod. in august]

tribute to hornymix n pxlsdead
https://t.me/hennella

сука я буду ненавидеть тебя
мой холод - вода
ненавижу я устал повторять
вода в руках
моя правда лежит в слезах
потому что я смыл весь прах
он говорит о существах
которых я видел на днях

Неразрешимые противоречия
Быть вечно первым или быть замеченным
Просил принять себя, чтобы себя же понимать
Себя бросал
Кровь моя бежит тут и там
Но я не успеваю остывать
И я не успеваю застывать

моя правда лежит в слезах
потому что я смыл весь прах
он говорит о существах
которых я видел на днях

фак правда на руках
не бегу, некуда бежать
некуда бежать
дом не тот, правду не скрывай
я не тот кем видишь
задыхаюсь от полного крика солнца слепишь
поджигаю бензин, мои руки предвидишь
эй шишка та взорвётся и ты всё увидишь

jess

conquer the downfall

Above it all — eSTRANGEd couSINs

A dirge that breathes through ruin. Above it all is a monolithic descent into grief rendered as sound — a doom/sludge requiem tuned to Drop C and built from the wreckage of loss. Guitars crawl like rusted machinery, each chord dragging gravel and bone, soaked in tube burn and the hum of dying amps. Bass coils beneath it, slow and tectonic, shaking the floorboards with a growl that feels alive. Drums hit like falling masonry — every snare a collapse, every cymbal a hiss of dust rising.

The voice — fractured, human, and haunted — cuts through the density with raw, flesh-torn resonance. There are no choruses here, no verses to cling to. Just the pulse of grief repeating, reforming, eroding itself. The track expands like smoke inside a sealed room: crushing, meditative, unmerciful.

eSTRANGEd couSINs summon the weight of Electric Wizard, YOB, and Conan, but with something lonelier threading the cracks — the sound of loss that refuses to die. Above it all isn’t about transcendence. It’s about what you hear when the collapse finally stops echoing, and you realize you’re still breathing beneath it.

The Carrion King

Mixed & Mastered By CHRONIC SHNXMAN
Art by Cix50